Written by Shayla D. Smith
But you were too good for such a game.
You ripped through my web.
Your Human form stronger,
Than those mighty sticky cords,
But I could sneak up on you
And bite you as you sleep,
Exchange poison for your blood,
Now you got me love sick and,
Thinking only of this Widow,
As you suffer the sore left behind.
Saying, "I can change things between us."
Love sick again,
From someone who stole from you.
You'd sing along,
Because you didn't know
Any other way of falling in love.
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